Post by kelley gaston. on Aug 3, 2009 0:05:12 GMT -5
explain to me, this conspiracy
against me, and tell me how
i lost my power
"god damnit, it's too bright..." rolling over onto his stomach, kelley tried to bury his head underneath his pillow and go back to sleep, but it was no good. once he was awake, he was awake. groaning, he pushed himself up, his brown hair falling into his face as he tried to see what time it was. he couldn't even read the digital dial. the light was blinding him a bit too much. sighing, he sat up slowly, his long legs making contact with the floor as he yawned, stretched an arm above his head, the other scratching the back of his neck. olliepierce was no where to be found it seemed. probably hanging out with that girl kylie or whatever her name was. kelley didn't now, nor cared, really. he wasn't too good of friends with her. though granted, he didn't the names of half the people he 'knew'... shrugging, he stood up, trying to see what he should do. glancing at his clock once again, he saw that he could read it this time; twelve thirty p.m. damn, it was early... looking down at himself, he noticed that all he had on was a pair of black boxer shorts. funny... he didn't remember falling asleep in just those. oh well. going towards the small kitchen area, he grabbed a bottle of water, opening it and taking a sip. well, at least the taste was out of his mouth. he hated that morning breath taste. that was just fucked up. holding back a yawn, he decided he needed a shower; last night had been a hot one, literally, because the air conditioning in the damn apartment was broken. again. grabbing his towel from the bedpost, he walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut as he walked in. pushing off his boxer shorts, he turned the shower on till it was just slightly above luke warm. stepping in, he felt good just being in the shower. he was sure he spent a good forty minutes in there, at least. whenever he was in there, he never really felt like leaving. but he knew he had to; he hadn't eaten anything since lunch yesterday, so he wast starving. and him and olliepierce were too stupid to be able to cook... or even remember to buy food. hell, kelley was luck to remember to wear pants half the time.
in no time at all, he found himself clad in a pair of blue jeans, a black white beater, and a blue and white flannel shirt thrown above it. sure, it wasn't his normal style, but he needed clothes... and he needed to do the laundry again. he was almost out of clean clothes. god, he was so lazy. he needed to change that... though that more than likely was never going to happen. running a hand over his hair, he reached over for his keys and his wallet as they lay on the bedside table. he wasn't even going to bother bringing his phone; he doubted he'd need it. walking out of the apartment, he slammed the door shut behind him, knowing it'd lock. the stupid door did that for some odd reason. this is what they got for getting a shit apartment. walking down the stairs, he fixed the color of his flannel shirt, feeling awkward wearing it. he didn't like it. he'd stolen it from that kid, ryder, that lived a few apartments down. kelley was good buds with his roommate, aaron, and kelley'd needed a new shirt because the one he had on, he'd spilled booze over. he'd always been pretty high, and slightly wasted, so it was not that surprising he spilled it. so, he'd stolen the shirt.. and apparently had never given it back. oh well; he had a shitload, he wouldn't miss one. looking up as he reached his beat up Mustang, he pulled himself over the door, landing in the driver's seat. shoving the keys into the ignition, he pulled his seatbelt on before pulling out of his parking spot and driving down the street. he was goddamn luck it wasn't raining; his goddamn 1964 Ford Mustang had no roof, and he'd be fucked if it started raining.
where was he going? he wasn't too sure, really. he could go to the diner, but he wasn't in thte mood, and the same with starbucks. sighing, he figured going to walmart and getting some food to stock the apartment with. so, taking a sharp left, he started driving down to walmart. along the ten minute ride, he was slightly bored. turning the radio on, he fumbled to find a station that wasn't full of static. granted, that wasn't smart, because he had to keep looking at the stupid dials, and he kept accidentally swerving out of his lane. course he didn't think it was his fault; cursing out whoever was in the other lane, he focused on the road for the last minute of the ride. pulling into the huge parking lot, he found a spot relatively close to the entrance. pulling into the spot right next to the start of the handicapped parking, he stopped the ignition and pulled his keys out, getting out of his car. slamming his door ( slamming doors was something kelley was surprisingly fond of doing ), he walked towards walart, going in through the automatic doors and feeling the air condition hitting him already. god, it was october, and they still had air conditioning on. sighing, he walked in, trying to figure out where to go. and what to get. he wasn't too sure. he decided maybe some cereal would work. walking towards the cereal aisle, he wasn't too sure what kind to get.... he decided one of everything would work. hey, it was only about three bucks a box, and four or five wouldn't be too bad. not even sure of which ones he grabbed, he walked towards the registers. picking the one that had the least people, he threw the boxes down, grabbing some gum from the candy rack to add to the pile. he watched the girl ring up his items in a bored manner until she looked up at him. smirking, he looked down, pulling his wallet out of his jeans. pulling out a credit card, he handed it to her, and she took it. he knew she was interested; hell, who wasn't interested in the boy? as he signed his name on the recipt, he grabbed his bags as he thanked the girl. taking the receipt from her, he thanked her as he walked away. glancing down, he saw that she'd scribbled something else on it; her number and name. stefanie.. hmm... smirking, he shoved it into his pocket as he walked out of walmart. glancing down, he searched his back pockets, trying to find his keys, not paying the least amount of attention needed to walk forward.
that could have been why he crashed someone ass the minute he looked up. feeling his scrawny ass hit the ground, he looked up, muttering seven profanities at once under his breath. looking up, he caught sight of some guy. already kelley didn't like him for two reasons; one, he just ran him over and second, kelley just didn't like his look. he had that arrogant i-know-everything-about-anything look. pushing himself off the ground, kelley stared down at him ( he was at least a good inch and a half taller ). "what the fuck is your problem? can you not see where you're walking, asshole?" being somewhat hungover, he wasn't in the best of moods. well, he never really was in the best of moods even when he was completely sober, so... it made no difference. turning around, he looked over at his bags that were on the floor. seeing that two of the boxes had fallen open, he rolled his eyes. "you're lucky i didn't get eggs, stupid no-good prick." he muttered under his breath, bending over to gather everything together. when he was certain they were all in a bag, he turned around, glaring at the guy. kelley was sure he'd seen him before; some senior at the highschool now, he was almost certain of it. what was his name... parker, perkins.... perry.... he didn't know, it was something like that. like he thought earlier, he wasn't good with his friends names at all, and he was certain that he wouldn't even need to know this fucker's name. staring at him, kelley felt his one hand clentch into a fist, but he let it go, knowing that this fucker wasn't worth it. "you just gonna keep standing there or what?" he tried to keep his tone relatively controlled, but control wasn't kelley's biggest friend. in fact, control was the thing he was born lacking. he had common sense, he had some intellegence, but he did not have control in his body whatsoever. he knew he shouldn't get into a fight at walmart; who actually got into fights outside of large supermarkets? no one. but kelley wasn't up for any of this, really. last night had been one of those business nights of kelley's; one of his closest 'friends' had come to see him, get some weed, and kelley never turned down the chance for business. plus, olliepierce had been gone so kelley hadn't had to worry about him. they'd sat in the apartment, drinking and smoking a bit for quite a few hours, and next thing kelley knew, he'd woken up this morning in his boxers with a hangover that made normal damn migraines pleasant. so, needless to say, this just wasn't something he wanted to deal with. at least until he'd had food in his system. which, by the looks of it, wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
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so hey, this thread is finished, and it's for sammie's prestonn <3. it's like a freaking novel! i mean, it has 1636 words in it, for goodness sake, even with his outfit, which is mentioned in the post. oh, by the way, paramore was kind enough to give us these lyrics to use. oh, i just have to say; his muse is magiccc :3
